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Sunday, September 20, 2009

Blog as Secret Facebook

I feel I should quit revealing my private life on FB, so that leaves my blog, which I'm coming to think of as a more private facebook, not because it is somewhat anonymous, but because if I post on FB, say, that I ate donuts for breakfast or drank wine AND jack daniels last night, my exercise friends will scold me.Or, if I post some liberal screed my conservative friends will berate me.Or if I decry Dan Brown's latest book as the death of the American Novel, someone, no doubt, will find me out as the snob I am. (As if all my diatribes against vampire novels haven't outed me already...)In short, I think I will have to revert to "professional" FB, which sounds boring, but is probably what it is for anyway.Which means I'll have to post my after finding-of-Son-and-friend, in the car with the windows rolled up, swearing screed here:"Get the BLEEP in the BLEEPing car right BLEEPing now!!!! Where the BLEEP were you? You stay in the BLEEPing front yard! If I ever BLEEPing find you BLEEPing in the BLEEPing alley, I'll BLEEPing kill you. Do you BLEEPing understand? Do you?"Or something like that.It's not pretty. But as I told Son last night, love isn't pretty. Nor is parenting.

5 comments:

One of my high/low points as a mother happened when my middle daughter turned to the other children and said, "When was the first time you heard mom use the f-word?" Oh, yes, they all could name the date. Ahem.

I like your view vis-a-vis the blog and f-book. Let's have a blogging renaissance, is what I say.

That is some fine bleeping there my friend. Welcome back. Here, we'll protect your privacy, support your bleeping, drink with your drinking and eat a donut with your donuts. And not call you a snob if you choose to spell doughnut correctly. Also. Dan Brown supposedly wakes up at 4 in the morning to write. A sign that perhaps the lazier writer is the better one. Now, resume telling son to get out of that bleeping alley.